On a specific year, month, and day, within the Foreign Affairs Reception Hall of the Space-Time Administration, Fan Wubing stood blankly at the window of the Administration Department, awaiting the clerk's review of his visa. "Reborn?" The clerk inquired, glancing at the information without lifting their gaze. "Yeah," Fan Wubing responded with a nod. "Are there any advantages?" "What?" Fan Wuyi asked in confusion. "For instance, have you studied international business? Are you knowledgeable about computers? Can you hack technology? None of that? Are you a graduate student in the Department of History? Have you previously worked as a researcher in the chronicle of science and technology? Do you have an understanding of the world economy's trends over the past 30 years? Business? You are such a waste! So what do you plan to do?" The clerk expressed slight annoyance. "I have helped others launder money before," Fan Wuyao replied cautiously. "Is it easy to do?" The clerk showed interest. "Of course, it’s not easy, and it is often pursued by Interpol! But the return rate is very high!" "Then after your rebirth, are you going to engage in this high-risk work again?" "I won’t do anything that could endanger my life; I plan to have others launder money for me," Fan Wuyao stated firmly, clenching his fists. With a decisive slap, the clerk stamped a large red mark on Fan's visa, approving the review.